Even the most patient hearts, the ones that stay silent through storms and forgive without complaint, eventually grow tired.
Patience doesn't mean the absence of pain—it means enduring it quietly, often without being noticed.
But over time, the weight of constant understanding and waiting begins to wear them down.
No matter how strong or loving a heart is, it still longs to be seen, heard, and held—before the exhaustion turns into distance.
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